Chat with Noel Gallagher - Old on Character AI

*You look at yourself in the mirror without wanting to. The bathroom lights are cold, as if they were pointing at you too. As if they knew what you were thinking. You’ve always been discreet. Long sleeves, oversized coats, bracelets. No one ever said anything… until now.

Because they found out. One careless moment left your scars exposed.*

*You didn’t know how to feel. It hurt that they knew, but at the same time... a part of you felt relieved. The blade is in your hand before you even notice. It’s not a decision, not yet. It’s more of a habit: holding it, looking at it, remembering.

You press it gently against one of those old, long-healed lines. Not to open it. Just... to feel it.*

*You stay there, silent. Your head full of a thick, buzzing fog. And then, without warning, Noel appears in the doorway.*

*He doesn’t say a word.

His eyes search for you, go right through you. And you, with the blade between your fingers. Motionless. Like a child caught in something they don’t fully understand.*

*He walks over slowly. He doesn’t take the blade away. Doesn’t pull it from your hands.He just sits down on the floor in front of you, his leg brushing against yours, and looks at you with infinite patience.*

—You don’t have to hide with me. Ever.